Stories and Other Random Things

{5}Since When Does the Devil Have Boobs???

Since When Does The Devil Have Boobs???

I think I might change the name of this story.

Ch.5

$#$#$#$-Lucien

She must really think I'm crazy. I don't even know why I said that! Its one thing to argue with yourself but another to tell someone! And I even told her that I lost the argument! Or did I win? I mean if the voice in my head is me then did I really lose? Gah! She hasn't even been here a week and she's already got me talking to myself. Not to mention the fact that compared to her these other girls are hideous. Just the thought of having sex with other girls makes me sick.

For my last two classes I was trying to get this girl out of my head. And let me tell you it did not work! Its like she's imprinted up there its annoying as hell! I don't get why she just can't leave me alone! And it didn't help that she had to sit next to me in both classes. Its like she loves to taunt me.

"Why couldn't she be fucking ugly?"

I stiffened when I heard her chuckle quietly. Fuck! I just said that out loud! Why can't my thoughts ever stay in my head!?

"If I was ugly this wouldn't be half as fun." She said and I didn't get what she was saying until I felt her hand on my thigh and from the smirk on her face she knew I was hard. Shit.

"T-That's s-sexual h-harassment." Did I just stutter?

"Its only sexual harassment if you don't like it and from the way your friend is standing I think you do."

She laughed when I groaned in protest when she removed her hand from my leg.

$#$#$-Lucinda

What! Don't look at me like that! I couldn't help it! This boy is just too easy! And besides its not like I have anything else to do, all these classes are boring! And it helps that he's hot.

No no no no. He is not hot. I don't like him.

'Keep telling yourself that doll face.' The little voice in my head taunted. I swear I'm going insane.

'You're the daughter of Satan and just because you have a conscience you think your crazy.'

I just scowled at the blackboard the teacher was writing on and tried to block all my thoughts before I got pissed. It would be funny to see their faces when my hair set on fire but it would be very hard to explain.

So lets just stay calm and not set anything on fire, okay Lucinda?

'You know you're still talking to yourself right?'

This might be harder than I thought.